Nandhi Shrivastav, born in the sacred lanes of Banaras, where every breath feels like a prayer-lives for one thing: her devotion to Shivji. Love, for her, is pure, selfless, and divine... something she gives without ever asking for it in return. Rudra Singh Chauhan is everything she is not. A man hardened by life, who doesn't believe in love, faith, or God-because to him, belief only leads to pain. Two souls, completely opposite, yet bound by the same fate. A girl who sees God in everything... And a man who refuses to see anything at all. When their worlds collide, her unwavering faith begins to shake his disbelief, while his darkness tests the strength of her devotion. Will her love be enough to make him believe? Or will his broken reality destroy everything she stands for?

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

🌸RUTHLESS MAN AND HIS CHAOTIC LIL POET... 🌸 Seven years stand between them enough to make their worlds feel impossible, yet not enough to keep fate from colliding. He is the youngest Chief Minister the state has ever seen ruthless, controlled, and always ten steps ahead. Power sits on his shoulders like armor, and emotions are a luxury he cannot afford. She, on the other hand, lives in a world of ink and warmth running a quiet café where poetry lingers in the air and broken hearts find comfort in her words. Their first meeting is nothing short of chaos loud, public, and unforgettable. One mistake, one clash of ego, and suddenly they are on opposite sides of a storm neither of them saw coming. What begins as irritation turns into something sharper... revenge. He sees her as reckless, someone who dared to challenge his authority. She sees him as arrogant, a man who hides behind power to silence truth. Every encounter becomes a battlefield-words like weapons, silence like punishment. But hatred has a strange way of blurring into something deeper. Because beneath his cold decisions, she starts to see the man who carries burdens no one understands. And behind her defiance, he begins to notice the quiet strength that refuses to break. Somewhere between revenge and resistance, something shifts. Feelings they never planned. A connection they never wanted. And a love that could destroy everything they've built or finally give them something real. Because in a world where power demands sacrifice... can love survive when it was never meant to exist?

Mafia and his Vaishyaa✨.. He was a man the world feared-ruthless, untouchable, and built from bloodshed and power. A mafia king who didn't hesitate before pulling the trigger, a businessman whose empire stretched beyond imagination. For him, life was simple: money, control, and the only people he called family. Emotions were weaknesses he buried long ago, and mercy was never part of his vocabulary. She, on the other hand, was a soul the world had long forgotten. Sold by the very hands meant to protect her, she grew up in the shadows of a red-light district-where innocence was traded, and hope came at a price no one could afford. A vaishya by fate, not by choice, she learned to survive in a world that only saw her as a body, never as a person. Two broken worlds. Two shattered souls. When a man who only knows how to destroy crosses paths with a girl who has been destroyed countless times... what happens then? Is it the beginning of something dangerous... or the end of whatever little humanity they have left?

May you fall in love with someone who feels like you! Life isn't made of grand events. It's built in the quiet in-betweens - the chai that goes cold while you're lost in thought, the unsent text, the smile you share with a stranger at a signal. This book is a collection of short stories about simple people. People like you and me. These are sweet, emotional, and heart-touching tales that slip into your day and make you stop. Stop and feel. Stop and remember. Stop and think about the life we're all rushing through. I've tried to highlight life and relationships in the simplest way possible. No heavy words, no big lectures. Just honest moments - of love, loss, hope, and the little wins we forget to celebrate. If even one story makes you call an old friend, hug your mom tighter, or look at your own life with kinder eyes, this book has done its job. Welcome to our shared world. It's ordinary. And that's what makes it beautiful. Some loves aren't loud. They just stay, in the extra roti, in the saved seats, in the "text me when you reach". A collection of love stories stitched from chai, silences, and second chances. New thread every Tue and Fri!

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]